Throwing the pot up in the air

Not sure if the title of this blog is an old saying, or something I've made up, but it seems familiar and seems to match my mood of the moment, so I'll go with it.
Philippa suddenly announced this morning that she'd like to consider moving. I feel this may be something charged by hormones as her body seems to be getting back into its old routines now that she hasn't been pregnant for a while. I thought we were happy here, but apparently the growing nature of our family seems to have persuaded her that we need more space, which is worrying as I suspect it is linked to the idea of a third offspring, which as I have discussed previously on this blogsite, is not an idea I am willing to entertain.
Anyway, if my couple of years working with Gavin have taught me one thing, it's that people sometimes mention outlandish ideas that they have had that at the time make perfect sense to them, and that if you refuse to engage with said ideas and just sit back and be patient, they will often get cast aside by their creator as quickly as they were originally dreamt up.
So what I'm saying is, I'm going to smile sweetly and say things like 'it's worth considering' and then hope her enthusiasm runs out of steam before I have to start planning for relocation.

RC 17-5-24